Life is Absurd
Am I condemned to wander aimlessly through life?
This grand illusion masks the pain I feel inside.
Beyond the den of emptiness, my soul has disengaged.
Toiling through the darkness for a solitary wage.
The anchor lost as sullen dreams are slowly cast adrift.
This introverted voyage screams a love that I resist.
The currency of worthless life is slowly running dry;
Corrupted by the demons which plague my shallow mind.